In this falsely sunny weather, walking with my parasol,
In the sunlight, in the shade, along this simple trail
In the clouds floating by, a shape seems to form
The face of someone I desire returns to my thoughts

The weather will be clear again tomorrow, won't it?
And all the rest of the days will be the same, won't they?
Even tomorrow, even the day after
No matter when, no matter where
These same days will probably continue on